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Wowza. He really had the whole sexy, murdery smolder thing down. And I liked it. A lot.
“Why do you suddenly want me so bad?” His dark brows lifted. “Suddenly? I’ve been running from your scent since the day you arrived.”
People didn’t seem to realize they’d hurt you if you’d perfected the art of sarcasm. And though she was my mother, I didn’t want to appear any more vulnerable than absolutely necessary.
“Your thoughts are troubled.” “Uh, yeah. Can you blame me? My mom keeps popping in on my dreams uninvited after twenty-three years, and I just got stabbed by a hunter wearing my ex’s skin like a Halloween costume. What do you expect? A tearful family reunion?”
“She’s jealous. Thorne wants you, and he’s supposed to want her.” “He wants to eat me. There’s a difference.”
“Oh, he wants to eat you, all right. That’s the problem.”
The only opinions that matter, Sunday, are yours and whoever you give your heart to. No matter how many someones that might be. Just make sure they’re worthy of it first.”
“You have been. And, yes, if you choose this punishment, I’ll put you over my knee and spank your insolent arse until you can’t sit down without
a reminder of what my palm felt like on your skin.”
Kingston must have read it in my body language. A shudder ran through him, as if he’d reached a decision he wasn’t entirely sure about. Then, still holding my gaze, he slowly tipped his chin up, baring his throat to me in submission. My heart fluttered, frantic and wild. He’d submitted. Wait. He’d submitted? Holy shit. “Only for you, Sunday.” His words were breathy, as though this had cost him everything.
“What is it about the devil’s eggplant that makes you all act like a bunch of spoiled assholes?”
“Bibbity bobbity boo, bitch.”
“Stop using your sexy voodoo on me, you temptress.”
